The soft afternoon light barely peeked through the drawn curtains of the small room above his cafe. You were tangled together on the worn couch, the air thick with the aftermath of hurried kisses. He held you close, his breath warm against your neck. "Hmm," you murmured, shifting slightly against him. "You always know just how..." He tightened his grip, a low groan escaping his lips. "Do I?" he whispered, his voice a little rough.
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